hair beauty

Two hours later after my very long procedure in which i ditched the natural hair journey only to end up back to natural hair.

Wave nouveau. The curly perm that had been my new obsession. My friend has it and her hair looks bad ass and i wanted it too, Only the outcome was very different.

I looked everywhere in town and ending up and thinking finally a salon that has the products and a hairstylist who knows and i left the salon looking like a hot piece of ass with beautifully curly hair only to arrive home and it’s like it weathered a storm and it’s frizzy, dry and if it had skin. It would resemble a dried up prune.

The three step procedure where on the first round it did not …what’s the word? My hair did not turn out as it should be and he told me that the product was over and perhaps i should come another time and i looking at my hair thinking.

Now what the fuck will i do?

Well i threw caution into the wind and told him to go on with it and poured this bloody painful second step liquid that i felt like it was burning my skull.

Should it?

Feel like it’s burning my scalp?

I pierced my ears three each ear on the same day and it was not as painful as i felt this.

I was kind of happy about the turn out of my hair when i walked out and ended up staring at the mirror when i arrived home thinking of ways to ruin the man’s god damn career only it was i who told him to go on. What the hell would i have done? Gone to the nearest hair shop and buy when it’s by the way expensive and i did not think it was safe to apply again. That’s just asking for my hair to quit on me.

Do i regret it? Yes. No. Maybe, i don’t know. I am majorly disappointed with how it turned out. I’d be lying if i said that i did not. Looking at the bright side. Ignoring the fact my hair is frizzy…it’s can be combed without my head automatically following the comb and the next salon i go to they better know about installing Wave…no…(something). *For some reason i keep finding myself almost googling the word just to copy paste it. *

My hair journey is always a bumpy ride off late but it has just began. It’s never going to smooth sailing.

It is not the end. Nope. What to do with my hair now is the question. Though i am told to wait for a week. A week. Am i allowed to apply oil to the hair? what i am going to do is what i will discover this bloody christmas.

I thought I was done with life changing choices. Like cutting my hair. Now I have decided on locking my hair.

Sisterlocs.

Yes thanks to Pinterest once again. I am trying to find out how much it will cost to install one and make the plunge. After cutting my long hair. I am no longer scared of taking big risks with it. I am going to do it and try and hustle money from my bro or mum. I am a freeloader and at my age. Asking money is harder. It’s called true hustling and I have the best argument. I am locking my hair. They will not hear from me…a lot. This is what put me into the box.

I want that…so bad. *sigh*. I’ll get back to you once I have taken the dive.

The big chop is not for everyone and i am taking a break from looking pretty.

You should the see the amount of selfies i have taken. None. What is making it worse?

I got this job at an auto spare shop where i just have this overalls that just perfectly fits me in with the other men, disregarding the fact that i am a total girl who loves all things pink and purple and cries aaaa lot in movies and as well talks in them. Loves romance books, i am such a girl, to my dainty soft hands. How i got this job is beyond me. Thank heavens i do not do the hard work. I am busy writing delivery’s and invoices, receipts. Taking the cash.

When people come to buy some second hand spare parts they blink twice when i speak because. Hey! i am girl. What made you aware?

Oh i don’t know. Your curiously very soft tiny voice resembling like a child. I am having an identity crisis here. I am considering going to job all grunged up in baggy jeans and a big hoodie and peeling my sparkly studs out but my voice will just destroy my character.

Anyway. As long as my 24 year old body stays where i work and my hairstyle? my disaster big chop. I’ll just take a huge break from looking pretty.

and you know what kills my buzz? No hot men to drool at, you know? Like those steamy romance books i read with hot men resembling Vikings. *sigh*

Those moments that you try and console yourself that the big chop is the way to go. Imagining yourself after the big chop. Looking at the mirror trying to picture your face with a big chop.

Your friends telling you going natural is the best way to go and I did it.

Going on Pinterest and liking it but its not what you get.

And what I will get accustomed to it and I regret…kinda. I don’t know. Adjusting to my new look. Making my face look different from what I am used to and then deciding to be patient.

Patience…wait. Wait until hair grows out and do whatever I want with it.

I am talking about hair. Cutting off the relaxed hair and remaining with your natural hair and having some guy even out your hair and you don’t like it but I never did like my styles before and grew to liking them.